Action Bronson, Statik Selektah - Miss Fordham Road (’86 ’87 ’88) lyrics

Beauty Dior, Cherokee, Pinky
Roxy Reynolds bouncing on the steps, slinky
Give her something white and
Filled with cream, twinkie
Leave her blinded semen in her eyes, blinky
So it seems can't even believe I used that
Flow I'm outta Queens
Off the hooker strip boulevard of dreams
Runways are getting trains stealing
Credit cards and schemes
She was laying on the floor with
Honey mustard on her sleeves
I said get up then she got up
Get up in this whip bitch
We bout to smoke this pot up
Plus I got some white
You could be the first to taste the product
Just a little dirty had the body of a model
Sent a message in a bottle
Tell my man set the bed up
He built a wooden room quick
Went to the tool shed, got
On his hammer, nail, and screw shit
Now we livin' lavish eaten salmon
On a cruise ship
Laying in a hammock getting hammered
With a jew bitch

We want no drama, come here mama
Dale y mamar (yo come here baby girl)
Please don't get so wild, keep the chrome cal
Te deja explotar (don't get bodied homie)
Eso te mata, cool it papa
Echate pa' tras (move back gimme space)
I'm up in my zone, hoes pass tha ron
Esto ta cabron (shit crazy)

Yo just roll my dutches
Prep my outfit for the party
Spray my body with aromas
Got the ladies actin naughty
Fine fabric delegates my people
Far from celibate
Hardly delicate highly skilled
With much intelligence
Walk in the place jacket
Hangin' past the calves
Play the shorts in every
Season corner schemes
Get turned to math on some
5 in the mornin' shit
She looking flyer than anyone on that bitch
Ocean high yeah I'm on that shit
Muthafucka when I'm on that shit
Pop pop tops of the Clicquot time
To raise our glass up
Right out the bottle, with a model
With amazing asses
Wipe off the ashes, 16 flavors butter
Rose out the gutter
We stand around lenses shutter
Ladies grindin' all up on my dickie
Cause we gorgeous we forage the forest
I'm destined for greatness
We ballin regardless
I'm heartless so baby tell me
What you wanna do
(I wanna suck it 'til my mouth's
Filled with cum from you)

20 below the bitch seen walkin' the strip
With that pink gloss on her lip
And that big cross on her tit's
And she frontin' like she religious
But stay stalkin' a dick
Goin right at the head like
Some steamed crawfish n shit
She know up in the club
For years fuck for bagels
Her face is weathered like the
Rain that fall in April
And in her pants she got a loaf of bread
You know the yeast she never go to bed
She rather dope or head
I just don't get it cause
Mercedes was a honey
All the ballers wanna fuck her buy
Her mink and give her money
Her facials disappearin' and her
Nose is always runny
Dentistry is twisted like the grill
That's on a monkey
Lower body skinny, upper body husky
Call em linebackers she's a
Character a junkie still, she pop it and the
People throw the pennies
Plus I'm here to watch her give the
Team a bunch of hennies cuz